Amandi "Freeman"
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"Lewe sonde stryd is lewe sonder oorwinning" which means Life without battle is life without victory an old saying in my village of Nigeria, Africa. I like many others was taken from my home land and separated from my Family.
I along with many others travelled across great oceans and were brought to a another man's land as slaves and was to be one until the day we died. But Yahweh "God" had other plans for me. Kom saam met my "Come with me" take a trip back to Slavery days in the West Indies!
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